You say the Suwanee River's but a creek -- Mud-filled, a lazy outlet of the slough -- And judge its channel unimportant, now? You, with surveyor's chains and gauges, seek To measure length and breadth, as though a streak Traversing Nature's pathless waste; to plow Rough-shod through marshes, under brush and bough, Of misproportioned things you dare to speak? Ah! Your unseeing eyes can never scale The heights that give this magic stream its birth, Nor watch it purl its way through memory's land. An alien cannot draw aside the veil And estimate the South's intrinsic worth. Suwanee flows for those who understand! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THIS DAY I COMPLETE MY THIRTY-SIXTH YEAR by GEORGE GORDON BYRON CHRIST IN FLANDERS by LUCY WHITMELL A PETITION by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH MORNING by LUCRETIA MARIA DAVIDSON WORM-PROOF by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE ETERNAL CALVARY by DIGBY MACKWORTH DOLBEN |